lt;The Pocket Dimens

Since villagers passing by the front gate of Yan's mansion smelled the fragrance of the food, they couldn't help but stop and swallow a few times.,At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Yan Xiaoshi felt a sharp, agonizing pain throughout his body. It was like being run over by a car.。